About eighteen months or so ago we had a foster child and her sister stay with us. The older girl made a friend at her school and when the girl moved on the friend carried on coming down to play with my eldest daughter despite being 3 years older than her… aged around 11.
Time moves on as it does and when the time came she moved from junior school to high school. We expected there’d be some changes but the transformation she’s gone through has been nothing short of frightening.
At 11 she was a beautiful little girl with bright ginger hair, huge eyes and a big smile. Her personality was totally open and innocent. She was in love with the world and was a bouncing bundle of energy.
At 13 she is totally changed. Her long ginger hair is cut short and dyed black. She wears thick black make up and bright red lipstick. Her eyes are hooded and totally ‘closed’. She has piercings in (to me) strange places and her mood has darkened .
Despite her all bar moving in with us at one stage, she rarely speaks to any of us. Oddly, she still has us on her contact list in Messenger. so we can see the changes in her appearence through her web space on which she has now declared she is a lesbian… or at least bisexual.
I’m not convinced she knows what either term means but either way, it’s so sad to see the changes in her from what she was when we knew her to what she is now. Ok she is getting older and will develop a personality etc regardless of any input we might have had… but it’s still such a long way from where she was to where she is that it makes me despair. In effect she’s changed so much it means we no longer know her.
Thing is of course I have my own daughters and I’d hate for them to go change into someone like this… a total stranger.
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